By :- Aishwarya Raghunath
It was turning night
The golden orange sky turned purplish
Spreading the Ink of night into the velveteen sky.
The moon rose high,
ornamenting the sky
with its silvery glow,
glitters of stars sprinkled in row.
Down flowed the river serene
reflecting the sky above;
mirroring the scenic beauty
bringing heaven down onto earth.
There they sat watching the mesmerizing beauty
it seemed like an utopia,
Elliysm of perfection.
Laying on the ground,
they got lost in trance;
each breath spilling odes of his creation.
They looked within their minds,
a whisper echoing loud
Does imperfection exist?
Can the perfectionist ever create imperfection any?
If thats so, how can the universe be so perfect?
Is it an illusion or does imperfection lie only in our PERCEPTION???…..
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